Wednesday Windback with Carol Wyer @carolewyer

Today I’m delighted to revisit my Five on Friday interview with Carol Wyer which was first posted in January 2019. It’s been brought up to date to reflect Carol’s latest publications.

A former teacher and linguist, Carol is now a USA Today bestselling author and winner of The People’s Book Prize Award. Her crime novels have sold over 1 million copies and been translated into nine languages.

January 2017, saw Carol move from writing humour to police procedurals with Little Girl Lost, the first in the DI Robyn Carter series. The books, set in Staffordshire where Carol has lived for over 30 years, earned her acclaim as a crime writer and in 2018, a new team lead by DI Natalie Ward was introduced to her readers.

February 2021, saw the release of the first in the much-anticipated new series, featuring DI Kate Young. An Eye For An Eye was chosen as a Kindle First Reads and became the #1 bestselling book on Amazon UK and Amazon Australia.

As well as writing crime, Carol also still writes comedies because as the ex-stand-up comedian claims, “Laughter is the best medicine”.

Carol has been interviewed on numerous radio shows and on BBC Breakfast. She has featured in and had articles published in national magazines Woman’s Weekly, Take A BreakChoiceYours and Woman’s Own magazines and the Huffington Post.

She currently lives on a windy hill in rural Staffordshire with her husband Mr. Grumpy… who is very, very grumpy.

Over to Carol:

Which piece of music/song would you include in the soundtrack to your life and why?

Mr Blue Sky by ELO. I absolutely love this song. As soon as I hear those first few notes I think happy thoughts and whenever I’m invited onto a radio show and asked if I want a request, I chose this. It’s uplifting and always makes me want to dance and sing… although it’s probably best if I don’t do the latter. I sound like a muffled donkey.


One Shining Moment by Diana Ross. I’m married to the aptly named Mr Grumpy who not only complains most of every single day but can in no way be considered romantic… well, that was until one evening when we were washing up together and this track came on the radio. He asked me to turn it up and then as he rinsed off a dish said… ‘I like this song. It always reminds me of you. You’re my shining moment.’ I almost dropped the plate I was drying but since that day, the song has meant a great deal to me and whenever it is played I smile as he sings along to it. Who said romance is dead?


Andante, Andante by ABBA. In truth I could have chosen a few ABBA tracks as so many are really brilliant, but this lesser known one is probably my favourite because it is incredibly beautiful and relaxing. I suffer badly from insomnia and for a while I also suffered from panic attacks during the night that would wake me and set my heart racing as if it were about to leap from my chest. A full-blown panic attack can make you believe you are having a heart attack and is very frightening. I used to hum this song which reminds me of a gentle lullaby, and by the time I’d reached the end of it, I would be calmer. It has helped me through many a dark night. Nowadays, if I can’t sleep, I hum it to myself. I don’t always fall asleep but at least I lie awake peacefully.


The Sailor’s Hornpipe by Mike Oldfield. In my hedonistic days as a student I went to a great number of concerts but Mike Oldfield’s were always the most memorable and I watched him perform five times. This track performed during his Tubular Bells tour reminds me of a concert in Stafford. The audience was a mix of old and young but all absolutely glued to the performance. The concert was, as usual, electrifying and the atmosphere wonderful. When Mike Oldfield played the first few notes of this song there was a wild cheer from the audience – a mixture of old and young – and suddenly everyone leapt to their feet as one, linked arms with their neighbours and began dancing to it. We danced up and down the aisle, grinning at total strangers and for time the band played it was a surreal, harmonious experience. The memory is still with me, along with that same sense of well-being I felt that night and whenever I hear it now it requires all my willpower not to suddenly link arms with whomever is closest to me and twirl about the floor.


Where Do You Go To (My Lovely) by Peter Sarstedt. It’s no secret that I’m a Francophile and have spent a lot of my life in France. I could have chosen any number of songs by French artists as I own a vast number of CDs performed by a variety of French artists, but I’ve opted for this 1969 release from a British singer-songwriter which conjures up the jet set lifestyle of the era. There’s something so ‘French’ about it. It begins with accordion music and is packed full of references to famous Parisian places and people. It conjures up glamorous images of France – St Moritz, Juan-les-Pin – places I have since visited and I can’t hear it without thinking of some of the hotspots in France such as St Tropez, Cannes, Nice and the principality of Monaco where we felt like members of the jet-set for the duration of our stay. (Although we didn’t wear designer necklaces and outfits and as I recall, my ice cream cone was really expensive!)


What (apart from family and friends) would you find it hard to live without.

Benefit Foolproof Brow makeup. I have always had very pale eyebrows but about five years ago, I woke up to find they’d disappeared altogether. All the hairs had completely fallen out and I resembled an alien. Since then, I have relied on this marvellous makeup to pencil on eyebrows every day. It’s painstaking and some days I draw one eyebrow arched higher than the other and spend the day looking quizzical, but I couldn’t be without it!

My massage balls I’ve undergone major spinal surgery on a few occasions and having a condition that means my spine is gradually decaying. To help combat the deterioration and strengthen my muscles, I have to do daily intensive stretching and exercise. That, combined with hours of sitting at my laptop, usually means, in spite of my efforts, I still have terrible aches and pains in my shoulders and back. The massage balls are a recent purchase but oh my, I would now not be without them! There’s a knack to manoeuvring them between your sore shoulders or back and the wall, but once you get the hang of it it’s like receiving a sports massage. All the knots and tension are rolled away. The balls are like very hard small tennis balls but in my opinion are mini miracle workers.

Large sized Post-its. I wouldn’t be able to write a book without them. I use them for plots, character notes, reminders, in fact anything to do with whatever I am writing. Before I begin writing a book, I put all the character traits and descriptions on the notes and stick them all over a wall so can refer to them easily. Each character is assigned a colour so they don’t get mixed up. I use them for all sorts of other things too: shopping list, reminders, birthdays, must-do notes and so on. I also keep a pile beside the bed in case I get inspired during the night. If you’ve read my DI Robyn Carter series, you’ll know Robyn commits everything to Post-it notes too… if it’s good enough for my ace detective…

Slow cooker. The slow cooker I’m currently using is the third generation – I wore out my first two – and I really couldn’t live without it. I’m not a great cook or indeed a keen one, but slow cookers are magic! I throw everything into mine in the morning: vegetables, chicken, pulses… whatever I fancy, then add some herbs and water and leave it to cook for the entire day, leaving me free to write and not worry about preparing Mr Grumpy’s dinner. The smell of the cooking is divine. I recently made a delicious curry that was so tasty Mr Grumpy had seconds and thirds which is unheard of. Best cooking device ever.

My jar key. I can’t for the life of me, remove lids from jars. It’s not that I have weak wrists, just that my fingers slide around lids like they’ve been greased with butter. The jar key slips under the lid and releases it with a soft pop so the top can be removed without any effort and I am able to slather marmalade over my morning toast.

Can you offer a piece of advice for your younger self?

Unfortunately, my younger life was so dismal and I was so desperately unhappy for reasons I’d rather not go into, I’ve succeeded in blocking out almost all my childhood memories. I think rather than offer advice to my 10-year-old self, I’d give her a hug and say, ‘Look… this is you in the future… it’s going to be alright.’

To my 13-year-old self I’d say, ‘Wear your damn glasses! I know you get bullied and think you look a prize idiot but if you put them on now, you won’t spend years squinting and frowning at stuff you can’t see properly. And by the time you reach forty you won’t have massive furrows between your eyebrows that can’t be erased by any cream or treatment. Besides, glasses make you look clever – put them on! Now! Do it!’

To my 16-year-old self I would warn against the use of olive oil and lemon juice as a sun tan accelerator. That foolish girl would make it up in a plastic bottle and douse herself in it. It might have given me a beautiful suntan back then but my older self isn’t too keen on the crêpey neck, or the abundance of wrinkles caused by sun damage. Thank goodness I didn’t suffer any more serious consequences.

To my 20-year-old self, reading both English and French Literature at university and unhappy at the volume of books she had to get through each week, I’d say, ‘Enjoy it! This is the one time in your life where you’ll be able to escape from reality and read fantastic works every day and not feel guilty about the time you are spending doing it. You have no other responsibilities to detract you from it. Later in your life, reading will become a luxury and you’ll look back on these days and wish you’d appreciated them more.

To my 23-year-old self, I would suggest bleaching her lengthy brown hair that she can sit on, and having it permed at the same time, is a massive mistake. I know she thought it would look good and it did for three days until her hair started falling out, but she really shouldn’t have done it.

Tell us something that most people don’t know about you

I am related to comedian Ernie Wise which is something I didn’t know until recently and after I took up stand-up comedy.

I was the first person in the country to have metal Harrington rods screwed into my spine. They were used with much success on people with deformed spines but at the time I got mine, it was a relatively new procedure. The rods had to be removed a couple of years later when I fell on the dance floor and one dislodged! Not a pretty sight.

I was once a magician’s assistant. He was performing at a hotel resort where I was staying with my parents. I became a stand in for his sick assistant because I could speak French and could translate for him. I got entangled in his magic hoops by mistake, much to the delight of the audience, and afterwards a television company representative who’d been in the audience, invited us onto a television show but my parents vetoed it!

I can juggle. I taught myself to juggle as a child using the apples in the fruit bowl. My mother couldn’t work out why they were always brown and thought the greengrocer was selling us dodgy fruit but really it was my fault because I kept dropping them. I also taught myself yoyo tricks although I smashed a light trying to do ‘Round the World’.

I learnt to fly a helicopter in the late 90s. It was a training helicopter – a Robinson 22. I went solo after 21 hours and buzzed about like an angry wasp in the circuit. It was one of the most demanding but satisfying things I’ve accomplished.

Tell us something you’d still like to do or achieve.

I’ve completed the bucket list I wrote in my forties. I figured I had to get it all done in case I wouldn’t be able to physically manage all my tasks when I was older. (See above about my spine condition).

I did a PADI diving licence and dived wrecks in the Bahamas, Egypt and Barbados, I swam with sharks and with turtles and dolphins, rode a quad bike up a mountain in South Africa, did a zip wire, went zorbing, took a 4X4 over a glacier in Iceland, went on a safari and numerous other challenges. Once I got all the adrenaline-surging activities out of my system, I tackled the less demanding challenges: taught myself to draw, tried belly dancing, took up stand-up comedy and wrote my first novel.

There isn’t a lot left on my bucket list but

I would still love to learn to play an instrument. I can’t read music so that might prove a real challenge. I can bang out a tune on a piano without any music but it would lovely to be able to play properly.

I’ve been fortunate to have travelled to many places but top of my ‘go to’ places is Canada where I’d like to travel, meet some of my super online friends who live there, and finish off at Buffalo Airways in Yellowknife. Buffalo Airways fly a fleet of vintage aircraft, including a DC-3 that flew on D-Day and an Electra. The show Ice Pilots was all about them and we were glued to the entire series. Mr Grumpy is a massive aviation fan so obviously I’d take him and do a tour of the hangar there, chat to the pilots and go out in one of their aircraft.

Continuing the travel theme, I’d also like to buy or rent an old classic car and drive through France, Germany or Italy. Mr Grumpy and I have driven a Ferrari in Florence, sports cars around a race circuit and modern cars in many countries but never driven a vintage one. I fancy a sporty model with a drop-top roof so I could sit in sunglasses and draped in a headscarf like a 1950s glamorous film star although I’ll probably look more like Nora Batty from Last of the Summer Wine.

Carol’s Books

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DI Kate Young Series

An Eye for an Eye

A killer running rings around the police. A detective spiralling out of control.

DI Kate Young is on leave. She’s the force’s best detective, but her bosses know she’s under pressure, on medication and overcoming trauma. So after her bad judgement call leads to a narrowly averted public disaster, they’re sure all she needs is a rest.

But when Staffordshire Police summon her back to work on a murder case, it’s a harder, more suspicious Kate Young who returns. With a new ruthlessness, she sets about tracking down a clinical, calculating serial killer who is torturing victims and leaving clues to taunt the police. Spurred on by her reporter husband, Young begins to suspect that the murderer might be closer than she ever imagined.

As she works to uncover the truth, Young unravels a network of secrets and lies, with even those closest to her having something to hide. But with her own competence—and her grip on reality—called into question, can she unmask the killer before they strike again?

A Cut for a Cut

DI Kate Young can’t trust anybody. Not even herself.

In the bleak countryside around Blithfield Reservoir, a serial murderer and rapist is leaving a trail of bloodshed. His savage calling card: the word ‘MINE’ carved into each of his victims.

DI Kate Young struggles to get the case moving—even when one of the team’s own investigators is found dead in a dumpster. But Kate is battling her own demons. Obsessed with exposing Superintendent John Dickson and convinced there’s a conspiracy running deep in the force, she no longer knows who to trust. Kate’s crusade has already cost her dearly. What will she lose next?

When her stepsister spills a long-buried secret, Kate realises she’s found the missing link—now she must prove it before the killer strikes again. With enemies closing in on all sides, she’s prepared to do whatever it takes to bring them down. But time is running out, and Kate’s past has pushed her to the very edge. Can she stop herself from falling?

A Life for a Life

Nobody can get into the mind of an erratic killer—except an unpredictable detective.

When a young man is found lying on a station platform with a hole in his head, DI Kate Young is called in to investigate the grisly murder. But the killing is no one-off. As bodies start to pile up, she is faced with what might be an impossible task—to hunt down a ruthless killer on a seemingly random rampage.

Meanwhile, Kate has her own demons to battle as she struggles to come to terms with her husband’s death. And she is hell-bent on exposing corruption within the force and bringing Superintendent John Dickson to justice. But with the trail of deception running deeper—and closer to home—than she could ever have imagined, she no longer knows who she can trust.

With her grip on reality slipping, Kate realises that maybe she and the killer are not so different after all. But time is running out and Kate is low on options. Can she catch the killer before she loses everything?

DI Natalie Ward series

The Birthday

One hot summer’s afternoon, five-year-old Ava Sawyer went to a party. She never came home…

Two years later, Ava’s body is found and another little girl, Audrey Briggs, goes missing. Audrey also attended that party …

Leading the investigation is Detective Natalie Ward. A mother of two teenagers, this case chills her to the bone, and is a disturbing reminder of the last job she worked on. One that still keeps her awake at night…

Natalie soon discovers that Ava’s mother has some worrying gaps in her alibi and as she digs deeper, she’s sure Ava’s father is not telling the full story. And what did the owner of the garden centre Elsa see that day? Something that she’s not telling Natalie …

Just as Natalie is facing up to the grim possibility that Ava and Audrey were killed by someone close to home, another little girl from the party doesn’t come home from her ballet lesson. Can Natalie find a way to stop this killer before more innocent lives are taken?

Last Lullaby

Charlotte’s baby is safe. But is she?

When the body of young mother Charlotte Brannon is discovered by her husband in their immaculate, silver bedroom, Detective Natalie Ward is first on the scene. The killer has left a chilling calling card: the word ‘Why?’ written on the wall in blood.

Determined to find justice, Natalie quickly discovers the husband is hiding a troubled past, and she’s sure the teenage babysitter’s alibi doesn’t quite add up.

But before Natalie can dig deeper, another mother is murdered, her young son left distraught, staring at a fresh ‘who’ scrawled beside her.

Natalie knows it’s only a matter of time before the killer strikes again, but all the key suspects have alibis. It’s her toughest case yet, and with her marriage hanging by a thread, the cracks are beginning to show.

Just when Natalie finds an unsettling clue she thinks could solve the case, another young woman and her baby disappear, and a member of Natalie’s team is put in terrible danger.

Can Natalie stop this twisted killer and save one of her own before more families are torn apart forever?

The Dare

Jane’s daughter is a good girl. But what is she hiding?

When thirteen-year-old Savannah Hopkins doesn’t come straight home from school as she always does, her mother Jane immediately raises the alarm. With her blonde ponytail and red school jumper, someone must have spotted Savannah.

Detective Natalie Ward is determined to help the distraught mother – her own daughter is the same age as Savannah. But before Natalie and her team can get started, their worst fears are confirmed when the teenager’s broken body is found in nearby shrubland.

Evidence points towards a local recluse, but just as Natalie closes the net around him, one of Savannah’s friends, Harriet, is reported missing. Harriet might look grown up and sophisticated but she is only fourteen…

As Natalie delves into the lives of both girls, she soon discovers a sinister video on both their phones, daring the girls to disappear from their families for 48 hours. She’s sure this is the key to the case, but before she can act, Harriet’s body is found discarded on a roadside.

Natalie’s superiors don’t have to put any extra pressure on Natalie. Devastated, she and her team work without sleep, watching that video over and over. But just as she thinks they’re getting close, the person Natalie loves more than anything goes missing.

Natalie is no stranger to loss. She is terrified and the clock is ticking. Can she push through her fear to catch this depraved killer, before her loved one becomes the next victim?

The Sleepover

She said she’d gone to a sleepover. But she never made it. Someone must know why…

When Detective Natalie Ward is called to the home of fourteen-year-old Roxy Curtis she can’t help but empathise with Roxy’s distraught mother Cathy. Roxy hasn’t come home, last seen heading next door for a sleepover with her best friend Ellie. As the mother of two teenagers herself, Natalie knows that this is every parent’s worst nightmare.

But when Roxy’s body is found in the basement of a beautiful Victorian mansion on the other side of town, Natalie’s darkest fears are confirmed. What was Roxy doing there? The people who knew her best should know – but Cathy seems evasive, and Ellie refuses to talk. Natalie is determined to find out what secrets they are keeping…

Then Roxy’s mother Cathy disappears.

When her body is found two days later, Natalie is forced to face the fact that Roxy’s loved ones are in real danger. Things take a more sinister turn when Ellie vanishes, her mobile phone switched off. Is Ellie hiding something about the night Roxy died that could put her in terrible danger? And can Natalie work it out before another innocent life is taken?

The Blossom Twins

Their parents thought they were hiding…

One beautiful summer’s evening, thirteen-year-old twins Ivy and Erin Westmore snuggle down in a tent in their back garden, giggling and sharing secrets.

When their mother goes to wake the girls the next morning, their tent is empty.

The alarm is raised and Detective Natalie Ward is put onto the case. When the twins’ bodies are discovered on nearby marshland, covered with deep pink petals, an icy shiver travels down Natalie’s spine. Everything about the girls’ deaths reminds her of a horrifying case she worked on earlier in her career, which saw a killer of the worst kind placed behind bars.

The next day, that feeling is heightened when she receives a chilling note saying ‘I’m back’. Is this killer a copycat or did Natalie put the wrong person in prison all those years ago? In a small town, where no stranger goes unnoticed, what is Natalie missing?

Consumed by the case, determined to prevent more deaths, Natalie misses the fact that it is her attention the killer wants. And to get it, he has his sights set firmly on her precious daughter Leigh…

The Secret Admirer

Sasha’s eighteen-year-old daughter Gemma was all she had in the world. Sasha fell pregnant with Gemma when she was still at school, and the two are as close as sisters. So when Gemma’s burned and broken body is found, Sasha’s world ends. What kind of person would want her beautiful daughter dead?

Leading the case is Detective Natalie Ward, scarred by her own recent tragedy. When she finds a note in Gemma’s diary from ‘a secret admirer’, she moves quickly, determined to un-mask them. But interviews with Gemma’s devastated ex-boyfriend, and her charismatic teacher, who has been seen embracing his student far away from the classroom, don’t give Natalie the answers she’d hoped for…

And then the case takes a devastating, personal twist. CCTV footage reveals Natalie’s estranged husband David followed Gemma home every evening the week before she died.

Natalie is forced to put personal feelings aside and follow procedure, even though she can’t believe David could be guilty. But when Gemma’s housemate is found murdered, Natalie thinks the killer could still be at large. Is she right to trust her instincts about David and can she discover the truth before another precious life is taken?

Somebody’s Daughter

One by one the girls disappeared…

When the frail body of a teenage girl is discovered strangled in a parking lot, shards of ice form in Detective Natalie Ward’s veins. As Natalie looks at the freckles scattered on her cheeks and the pale pink lips tinged with blue, she remembers that this innocent girl is somebody’s daughter…

The girl is identified as missing teenager Amelia Saunders, who has run away from home and her controlling father. Natalie’s heart sinks further when it becomes clear that Amelia has been working on the streets, manipulated by her violent new boyfriend Tommy.

A day later, another vulnerable girl is found strangled on a park bench. Like Amelia, Katie Bray was a runaway with connections to Tommy, and Natalie is determined to find him and track down the monster attacking these scared and lonely girls.

But when a wealthy young woman is found murdered the next morning, the word ‘guilty’ scrawled on her forehead, Natalie realises that the case is more complex than she first thought. Determined to establish a connection between her three victims, Natalie wastes no time in chasing down the evidence, tracing everyone who crossed their paths. Then, a key suspect’s body turns up in the canal, a mole in Natalie’s department leaks vital information and everything seems to be against her. Can Natalie stop this clever and manipulative killer before they strike again?

DI Robyn Carter series

Little Girl Lost

Her breath rose and fell in fearful gasps but it was too late. She could already see what she dreaded most. The back seat was empty.

Her little girl was gone.

Abigail lives the perfect life with her doting husband and adorable baby Izzy. But someone knows a secret about Abigail and they want the truth to be told.

When Izzy is snatched from a carpark, it becomes a case for Detective Robyn Carter. Someone has been sending threatening messages to Abigail from an anonymous number. What is Abigail hiding? 

Robyn’s instincts tell her there’s a connection between Izzy’s abduction and two murders she is investigating. But the last time she acted on impulse her fiancé was killed. To break this case and earn her place back on the force, she must learn to trust herself again – and fast. Robyn is on the hunt for a ruthless serial killer. And unless she gets to the twisted individual in time a little girl will die …

Secrets of the Dead

Colourful, plastic boats were scattered in puddles on the floor. In the bathtub lay Linda Upton, fully-clothed, lips a shade of blue, and bloodshot eyes wide open.

When a young mother is found drowned in the bath, clutching a receipt saying ‘all debts paid’, Detective Robyn Carter knows it’s just the beginning of a harrowing case. She recognises the signs of a serial killer, and a second victim with a receipt confirms her worst fears.

There are no witnesses. The victims had no debts. With the body count rising and the local press whipping the public into a frenzy, Robyn is under pressure to solve the crime in record time. But her team can’t find a link between the victims, and the cracks are starting to show.

Just when her leads have dried up, Robyn discovers photographs in two of the victims’ houses, which she thinks could unlock the case. But as she hones in on the killer’s shocking motive, one of her own is put in terrible danger.

Can Robyn stop the most twisted killer of her career before it’s too late?

The Missing Girls

One girl found dead. Another girl gone…

Long shadows danced on the tin walls. Inside the trunk lay Carrie Miller, wrapped in plastic, arms folded across her ribcage, lips sealed tight forever…

When a girl’s body is found at a Midlands storage unit, it is too decomposed for Detective Robyn Carter to read the signs left by the killer.

No one knows the woman in blue who rented the unit; her hire van can’t be traced. But as the leads run dry another body is uncovered. This time the killer’s distinctive mark is plain to see, and matching scratches on the first victim’s skeleton make Robyn suspect she’s searching for a serial-killer.

As Robyn closes in on the killer’s shocking hunting ground, another girl goes missing, and this time it’s someone close to her own heart.

Robyn can’t lose another loved one. Can she find the sickest individual she has ever faced, before it’s too late?

The Silent Children

The boy studied the bruise turning yellow at the base of his neck. With quick fingers his mother tightened his tie, and pulled his collar high above it. Her eyes alone said, We will not speak of this

Years later, a man is found shot dead in a local park. On his phone is a draft text: I can’t keep this secret any longer. The recipient is unnamed.

Detective Robyn Carter knows this secret is the key to the case, but his friends and family don’t offer any clues, and all her team have to go on is a size-ten footprint.

Then a nurse is found in a pool of blood at the bottom of her staircase, and a seemingly insignificant detail in her friend’s statement makes Robyn wonder: are the two bodies connected, and has the killer only just begun?

When another body confirms Robyn’s worst fears, she realises she’s in a race against time to stop the killer before they strike again. But just as she thinks she’s closing in, one of her own team goes missing.

Buried in the past is a terrible injustice. Can Robyn uncover the truth before another life is lost?

The Chosen Ones

They had not been forgiven. And they would never be forgotten…

When a doting young father is murdered and his body discovered in a cornfield for his family to see, it’s a harrowing new case for Detective Robyn Carter. But just as Robyn starts to investigate, a popular local doctor and young mother is found dead outside her surgery.

As Robyn tries to find the link between the victims, she uncovers a dark web of secrets. Were these much-loved members of the community as innocent as they seemed?

The killer has a message for Robyn and the carefully chosen victims. Can Robyn get to the truth before she becomes the next target?

Comedies

Suddenly Single

Sometimes a change of scene is necessary to write the next scene…

When bestselling romance author Chloe Piper’s marriage implodes a week before Christmas, she flees her cheating ex and the village gossips for the solitude of the newly built Sunny Meadow Farm and the company of her hapless dog, Ronnie.

But Chloe is soon pushed out of her comfort zone. Because with a lively development building crew – headed up by charming Alex – and a larger-than-life neighbour determined to make Chloe’s love life her pet project, Chloe finds herself in a whole new world of chaos…

What Happens in France

“She stood and took her place in front of the camera… It was now or never.”

Bryony Masters has been looking for her long-lost sister, Hannah, for years. So when primetime game show What Happens in France calls for new contestants, she spots the ultimate public platform to track down the reality TV-obsessed Hannah, and finally reunite their family.

Accompanied by handsome teammate Lewis, Bryony soon finds herself on a private jet heading for the stunning beauty of rural France.

But with a social media star dog, a high maintenance quiz host and a cast of truly unique characters, Bryony and Lewis have their work cut out for them to stay on the show and in the public eye.

Take a Chance on Me

When Charlie’s husband leaves after ten years of marriage, her spirits hit an all-time low. She just isn’t sure how to pick herself up again. So, best friend Mercedes makes it her mission to put a spring back in Charlie’s step with the perfect bucket list.

As Charlie takes a chance and bungee jumps and belly dances her way through an array of adventures, her love life also begins to look up and she’s soon enjoying a few dates as a newly single woman. She begins to realise that finding romance, might not be so hard, especially when you’ve got someone like journalist Jake who has an adorable little boy and is very easy on the eye.

But is Jake too good to be true? As Charlie’s challenges on the bucket list get bigger, so do her questions about Jake. Should she continue to hold out for the fairy-tale? Or should she take a chance on Jake and hope for a happy ending?

Life Swap

She wanted a new life and true love. But the grass isn’t always greener on the other side…

All Polly has to her name is a string of failed relationships and a mountain of debt. She sees herself as a hopeless case and would do anything to change her luck.

So when she’s given the opportunity to swap all she’s ever known for a life of luxury, Polly jumps at the chance. Soon, it’s all diamonds, spa days and celebrity parties. Now all that’s missing from her life is a bit of romance. Will hunky Matt be the man to heal her broken heart?

But money can’t always buy you happiness. Can the life she’s always dreamed of get in the way of true love?

7 comments

  1. Wow, Carol, what an exciting life you have led. I really enjoyed this. I love Peter Sarsdedt too, and Eden Kane, his brother. Remember him? I hope your back doesn’t give you trouble. Sounded horrific. What a fab guest, Jill, thanks so much. Continued success, Carol, and stay off the dance floor. My knees go funny at the thought of you and those rods. xx

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